Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Wire,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.